sweet sister, help me along
help me be strong, never get bored
never ignore, always amuse, and always (?)
sweet lover, you know the deal
i can predict the things that you feel
i need a breather, i need a towel,
i need a lover, i need it now

cause i was born through the simple love
i was worn like a boxing glove
i was torn from the humid skies above

sweet lover, don't push me away
please let me say what i gotta say
you tell me you love someone else
you wanna go be all by yourself
i know i hadn't been kind
took you for granted
it's granted I'm blind
I'm trying to give you all of myself
only to you, nobody else

cause i was born through the majesty
of your warm loving hand in me
i was born now there's nothing left to be

i sing a simple song
about all the times
yes you have cried, as i have cried
yeah both loved, and yeah we have lied
some day together again
meet me down by the river bend
my love for you is not quite the same
but maybe we can blossom again

cause i was born for the simple love
i've been worn like a boxing glove
i was torn from the humid skies above

and i was born for the majesty
of your warm loving hand in me
i was born, now there's nothing left to be

how could you say that you love him
you don't even like his music
how could you say that you love him
you don't even trust his music
his music defines his heart
his heart defines his music
how could you say that you love that guy
you don't even like, in fact you told me that you hated, his music

i wish so bad you would say, "honey come back don't go away."
i would be on the very next bus
come here to you, i'd come here to us
does it matter, do you even care
i pushed you away when i wasn't there
see i was confused, didn't know what to do
now all i can say is that i love you

cause i was born for the simple love
i was worn like a boxing glove
i was torn from the humid skies above

and i was born through the majesty
or your warm loving hand on me
not this lost and lonely tragedy

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General Commentsweet lover, you know the deal
i can predict the things that you feel
i need a breather, i need a towel,
i need a lover, i need it now

i can relate to that line too well... when you get that intimate with someone that you share thoughts and stuff... you become codependent and it starts getting too much.. you start being able to predict not only the good but the bad.. then you can easily hurt the other person.. it sucks...